fireandwheat:

teach me how to stare through dead eyes

like your glass soughs that barely sound
grace the sinking dust with your stillness
and find yourself far from birth
 
farther from your mother and her haunt
an ugly, mortal stomping ground
where only liquid solace is swallowed
sit through hard times, a waning face
 
a soft spiraled knit wound tight around your trembling mouth
so sad when you’re alone
 
i want love
a true love found burrowed deep in a rabbit hole
or cozy in a blanket wool
 
a winter’s warmth in your bark
giving only what it may receive
 
teach me how to breath through cold lungs
a deep, knotted hiss
found in songs once sang and hands once made
to hold
 
far from your father’s corpse
a mineral lump sham fooling only heavy hearts
devotion
 
a yearning left unexplained
a paperless account of the same songs
hands raised
 
it’s true you are gone
 
there is nothing more than this as it seems
teach me how to stand on numb feet
a feeble fable only told to those stuck in a uniform dream